Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 57 ~ A Peek at Passion

Hermione eyes were fixed to Severus' face, their bodies locked together, the wizard pulsing inside her body as he demanded her to admit his claim to her. The witch felt him pull back and drive into her again, repeating his demand, his cock punctuating his words.

"Tell me, Hermione. Tell me I'll be the only one fucking you, witch as long as you remain my lover," he breathed at her.

He drove into her again, the witch crying out.

"Tell me what I need to hear," he breathed down at her, his black hair curtaining his pale, scowling face.

"I'm…I'm…" Hermione gasped as the wizard pulled back again.

"Yours!" Hermione shrieked as he hit her again.

"Yes, and no one will bring you the pleasure I will," he swore, beginning to rhythmically stoke into the witch powerfully, watching her every reaction, listening to her cry out repeatedly as he took her body and her mind.

"Legilimens," he breathed, invading the witch's mind…seeking to know more, to possess her entirely. "Open up to me witch."

Hermione was in no condition to lower her occulmency walls and felt him enter her mind as well as her body

Severus saw Hermione as a student, longing for him. Then the pensieve deflowering. He felt her hatred when she left his office and the occasional recurring flash of hatred she'd felt over the years when she thought of him.

This pained the wizard, and he drove into Hermione wildly, trying to wipe her hatred out of his mind, the witch's nails digging into his back as he rode her, still in the landscape of her mind. He felt her worry when she came to him to discuss Mathias, her hatred giving way to fear that she would lose everything. He felt her desire and guilt when she viewed the pensieve for the first time, felt the reawakening stirring of her desire mixed with guilt and self-recrimination. She loathed herself for wanting him, for reliving that night over and over.

Then she was in the infirmary, looking down on his broken body. Damn, he looked bad. Then he experienced the pulses of lust she felt when in his presence, the urges she tried to fight, the distrust, the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty…then the breaking when he finally took her, everything falling apart around her, the witch's resolve crumbling as he fulfilled her.

"My gods, witch," he breathed down at her in wonder as the incoherent witch bounced under his stroke, and he tried to go even deeper. Her mind was empty now, there was nothing for him to see. Hermione was without thought…or so he believed.

"Legilimens," the witch suddenly gasped and she was drawn into his mind.

Severus stopped fucking her for a moment.

"What are you doing, witch?" he gasped, his body jerking as he held it in check.

"I want to see," she whispered, her eyes blazing, "What you went through for us…show me now Severus."

Severus stared at the witch then rolled to the side with Hermione facing him, still embedded deep inside the witch. He started fucking her again, opening up his mind as he pounded into her, finding solace in her body, in her closeness as he relived Voldemort's torture for her and his son.

Hermione cried out, not only from the wizard's ardor, but from horror and empathy as she saw the Potions Master manacled, dangling a foot off the floor, his body swinging helplessly as Voldemort himself ripped the wizard's flesh to ribbons with whips and scourges, pummeled his body with clubs and deatheaters beat him mercilessly with their fists and feet, the females drawing blood from his body with their nails.

"Oh…Severus!" the witch sobbed as the Potions Master fucked her brutally now, releasing all of his pain and remorse into the witch, his cock pistoning between her thighs, reaming her softness as he found comfort within.

"It was for you and Mathias," he groaned, "Now shhhh. There's no pain now, only pleasure, Hermione."

Severus locked his mouth to hers, completing their merging, tasting the salt of her tears, Hermione's shrieks more like sobs as he took her. They both withdrew mentally at the same time, Severus rolling to his back and wrapping his arms around Hermione, their mouths and bodies still locked as the wizard continued to fuck her, his loins soaked with the witch's juices.

Hermione kissed him hungrily, aching as his huge cock hit bottom over and over, but not shrieking now, or sobbing, just gasping as she took everything he had to give her. It was her penance, though she didn't know what she had done wrong, only that she felt she owed the man driving into her as if the world was about to crumble around him, and she gave him all she could, buckling in his arms and releasing, her pussy clutching his insatiable organ, crushing it in a velvet fist.

Severus groaned and arched, throwing his head back as Hermione's climax poured out of her, oiling his cock, pubic hair and thighs, cursing as he fought not to release with her. He wanted to pound the witch until he couldn't move. Already his lower back was protesting, but his cock just wasn't listening.

"Yes, Hermione…yes witch. Your body belongs to me…it is my instrument," he breathed against the shuddering witch's ear, her jasmine scented hair draped across his sweaty face, sticking to his skin as he continued fucking her until she reached another orgasm. This time she screamed and tore away from his grip in a burst of strength, sitting up and keening long and loud, then falling straight back, her head resting on the wizard's lower shins, her legs doubled under her.

Damn she was flexible.

Severus sat up and unfolded each of Hermione's legs so they stretched out on either side of him, then grasped her by her waist and continued to pull her over his cock. Sweat was pouring from his body and the sheets of the bed were soaked. The Potions Master watched her bouncing breasts for a moment, then pulled her to a sitting position so he could kiss and lick their fullness as he felt himself approaching climax.

"You're mine, witch," he breathed at Hermione, who opened her eyes.

Gods, she looked beautiful, her body glistening with sweat, her hair plastered to her head now, her mouth slack, gasping at him, completely lost to him. Oh yes, this was what he wanted. Abandon. Total abandon.

"Repeat it," he demanded, pulling her into him hard, and holding his cock as deep in her as he could, his balls tightening. Wizard and witch faced each other, chests heaving.

"I'm yours, Severus," Hermione breathed.

Severus released, wrapping his arms around the witch and leaning forward, letting out a long, shuddering groan. It was more intense than his first climax and wave after wave of pleasure burst over him as he clutched Hermione tightly, his heart pounding against hers, their bodies quaking against each other. His release was so powerful everything went dark for a moment.

One thing was for sure…fucking this witch took sex to a new level. The Potions Master wasn't sure why, but he was glad of it. He certainly could stay monogamous. He didn't need any other witch to satisfy him other than Hermione. She had proven that to him without a doubt tonight.

He held her for several minutes before falling back to the bed, still clutching her body. Hermione panted against him then started struggling to be released.

"What is it?" he gasped at her as she tried to break away from him.

"Hot. Too hot!" Hermione gasped back, finally breaking free of Severus and rolling off him to the other, drier side of the bed, and turning on her back.

The witch slung her arms out on either side of her and spread her legs, crowding Severus and taking up a very large portion of the bed. She was hot and tired, so tired. Not to mention felt as if she had been impaled on log. A very delicious and satisfying log, but a log nevertheless.

Severus smirked at her. He had done the same thing to other witches after sex. Hermione was giving him a dose of his own elixir. He didn't mind though…he was hot too. Too bad he had left his wand in the living room. A cooling spell would come in handy right now.

The couple lay there side by side, exhausted…neither of them noticing a set of brown eyes observing them through a slight crack in the curtain. It was Justice, and he had witnessed the entire act, from the time the Severus carried Hermione into the bedroom, until the time he released into her body.

Hermione had never ever responded to him that way…kissing his body softly, or shrieking at the top of her lungs as he took her. But then again, Justice had never fucked her as long or as brutally as the Professor. Plus, the Auror didn't have the tool the wizard had. The wizard's cock was enormous. Fucking abnormal. Gods, it was as if the wizard was trying to tear the witch in two. What was worse was that Hermione liked it much more than anything he had ever done to her.

Rubbing his jaw, the wizard backed away from the window. He had seen something no wizard should ever see…another man fucking a woman that used to belong to him. A woman so passionate, he almost didn't recognize her.

Justice walked out of Hermione's yard and up the street, considering everything he'd seen.

The Potions Master was saying something to Hermione, scowling down at her as he fucked her slowly, something Justice couldn't hear, and when she answered him, the wizard began to put that huge cock to her hard. Justice hadn't known the witch was so strong. Maybe he would have been a little rougher if he had known that's what she liked.

Hermione never really acted like she liked sex that much. She'd do it, and she'd orgasm but there was something missing. The Auror saw what was missing tonight when he witnessed Severus fucking her. True passion. It was obvious she had it bad for the wizard, and by the way Severus reacted tonight…he was going to protect his territory. He had given him one good shot.

Justice knew he deserved it. What the fuck was wrong with him? Maybe he needed some kind of treatment for his drinking. He had no business going over to Hermione's house. If Severus hadn't been there, there was no telling what he might have tried to do to the witch. The Auror continued to rub his jaw. At least it wasn't broken, and he had a notoriously hard head.

Justice still scowled. He knew Hermione was probably doing all the things for the wizard that she wouldn't do for him, and it was a blow to his pride. He couldn't understand it. The wizard was so ugly, so dark and cold. Well, no. He wasn't cold in the sack. But still he looked like a fucking vampire. And that nose. Gods. What did he have that attracted Hermione? A monstrous cock, yes. But Hermione hadn't known that initially.

Maybe it was because he was smart. Yes, he could see Hermione creaming herself as the wizard discoursed about Potions. She was very intelligent…far above the Auror's level. But still she'd stayed with him for five years, so there had to be something about him she liked.

Justice stopped under a torchlight on the corner, looking back toward Hermione's house.

Hell, Professor Snape was Mathias' father. That was the connection. The boy probably knew by now and they were trying to form a happy little family unit. Good luck with that shit. Mathias was probably cooking up a poison for the wizard at this very moment. He was a creepy little bastard. Justice always felt a bit of darkness coming off the boy. Considering his father, the Auror could see why. It was in the blood.

Well, he was done with it for good now. The wizard didn't want Hermione back, and she had someone to warm her bed and ream her pussy. He didn't have any regrets…except the wizard had punched him in the jaw. Yet, Justice was fair-minded really. He didn't want retribution. He had caused the whole situation. It would be better just to let it go. Maybe apologize to Hermione.

Maybe not.

Justice sighed.

He had better places to be than standing on a street corner thinking about Hermione getting the shit fucked out of her by a wizard she chose over him. This wasn't precisely true, but men (and women too) have a habit of adjusting the reality of a situation to fit their needs.

Justice shook his head ruefully.

Damn. If only he'd known Hermione was such an undercover masochistic freak. The past five years would have been much more interesting sexually.

The wizard rubbed his jaw once more then disapparated.

He'd been through enough for one night.

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A/N: Daaaaaamn. Well, maybe Justice picked up some pointers. At least he realizes he deserved being punched in the jaw. Kind of creepy, him coming back to watch Severus do Hermione. A little kink in the Auror's makeup eh? Lol. Our fav couple went at it pretty hot and heavy, binding themselves even closer with legilimency. I love Hermione's reaction at the end. I know I've been there…get away from me! It's just too damn hot. Lol. Well, anyway…please review.